Above the Bright Blue Sky

There's a Friend for little children,
Above the bright, blue sky,
A Friend who never changes,
Whose love will never die;
Though earthly friends may fail us,
And change thro' passing years,
This Friend is always worthy
Of that dear name He bears.

There's a rest for little children
Above the bright, blue sky,
Who love the blessed Saviour,
And to the Father cry;
A rest from every turmoil,
From sin and sorrow free,
Where every little pilgrim
Shall rest eternally.

There's a home for little children,
Above the bright, blue sky,
Where Jesus reigns in glory,
A home of peace and joy;
No home on earth is like it,
Nor can with it compare,
For every one is happy,
Nor could be happier there.

There's a crown for little children,
Above the bright, blue sky,
And all who look for Jesus
Shall wear it by and by;
A crown of brightest glory,
Which He will then bestow
On those who found His favor,
And loved His name below.

There's a song for little children,
Above the bright, blue sky,
A song that will not weary,
Though sung continually;
A song which even angels
Can never, never sing,
They know not Christ as Saviour,
But worship him as King.

Written By: "Albert Midlane".

One two three four five

One, two, three, four, five,
Once I caught a fish alive,
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
Then I let it go again.
Why did you let it go?
Because it bit my finger so.
Which finger did it bite?
This little finger on the right.

Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet

Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet
Eating her curds and whey,
Along came a spider,
Who sat down beside her
And frightened Miss Muffet away

Dickery dickery dare

Dickery, dickery, dare,
The pig flew up in the air;
The man in brown,
Soon brought him down;
Dickery, dickery, dare